Ejected

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

_{Location: King's Academy
Interacting with: Georgie}

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Leaving the school during lunch had now started to become a part of Carter's daily school routine. He'd often find himself making a beeline for the parking lot after the lunch bell rang, just so he could sit in his car, crank up his music, and snack on whatever he'd had leftover from the night before. Every so often, like that time in particular, Carter would even risk taking a few hits from a joint as he sat in the vehicle. After spending a few years at King's, Carter pretty much had everything figured out so that he wouldn't be caught by a faculty member; he knew exactly where to park, who to look for, how many hits he could take before having to roll down his window and let it air out for a bit... Carter was relaxed. He preparing himself to begin the second half of his day.

It was right after Carter had tossed the remaining bit of his joint out into the grass that he received a text message from an unknown number. Raising his eyebrows in surprise, Carter quickly read over Georgie's message before typing in a quick response, saving her number in his phone, and tossing it back into his book bag.

To: GEORGIE

CARTER: no prob, glad i could help u out luv

CARTER: not weird at all. i'll keep that in mind

Soon, Carter had scarfed down the remainder of his mother's empanadas. But a loud rumble in his belly following his last bite told him that he hadn't quite had enough to eat. In swift motions, the young man recollected his things from the passenger seat, exited the car, and began to make his way back towards the school. He didn't stop walking until he reached the cafeteria, where he then headed straight for the lunch line and began to dig around his bag for a couple of dollars. A few minutes later, Carter was approaching an empty table with two cups of cold french fries in hand. He usually wasn't one to eat anything served in the cafeteria, but hey. Desperate times called for desperate measures.

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Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

<sub>KISS


Location: King's Academy Cafeteria
Interacting With: Amoli Varma, Archer Diedrikson</sub>

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"You know, at this point I think you just like having me chauffeur you around."

As usual, Kavan Varma had found himself in the school library during Monday's lunch period, his head buried deep in some classic novel that he'd already read numerous times. The only inconstant at that time happened to be the presence of the young man's older sister—not in person, fortunately for Kavan, but through a FaceTime call. Amoli had called her little brother right as he had stepped foot out of his previous classroom, and he opened it to see her lips fixed in her infamous smirk, poised to say something she knew he didn't want to hear. "There's probably nothing even wrong with your car. Ma said that it was supposed to be out of the shop a couple of weeks ago, so what the hell is the problem?"

"Oh stop acting like a baby, bhaee," Amoli said with a chuckle, but Kavan didn't find the situation amusing. "Come on, it's just for another week. I promise you, I don't like riding around in your car as much as you might think. If I have to listen to one more Kiss album, I'm gonna lose my mind."

"What's wrong with Kiss?" Kavan said, slightly raising his voice. To further prove his point, he even went as far as to sing the first few lines of one of his favorite songs. He immediately regretted this, however, when he received a warning glare from the librarian who sat not too far away at her desk. Kavan simply shot Mrs. Davenport a sheepish grin before turning back around and slumping down in his seat. "We'll just have to talk later. I'm not even supposed to be on the phone in here."

"Ugh, whatever," Amoli said with a roll of her eyes. Kavan was just about to end the call when his sister opened her mouth and piped up once again. "Oh, and I forgot to ask you about your boy this morning. How's he doing? You know... after everything that happened at the party? I still can't believe I fucking missed it all!"

An indescribable feeling came over Kavan as the events from Saturday night replayed in his head. To say that it hurt him to see Archer be treated that way would be an understatement. It made him sick to his stomach. And what made him even more sick was the fact that he knew Archer partly blamed himself for the metaphorical target that was now placed on Kavan's back. And it was true, Kavan had started to receive weird looks and snide remarks ever since he'd become more public about his sexuality; but coming out to the outside world was his decision. So screw whoever had something negative to say about it.

"Well, he's got a nasty shiner," Kavan finally responded to his sister, "But I think he's holding up pretty fine. Or... as well as anyone would expect after all that he went through." Soon after he said this, Kavan ended the Facetime call and stood from his seat at the back table. And after quickly checking out his latest book, the boy made a beeline for the cafeteria. Although he wasn't hungry enough to even bother going through the lunch line, he was eager to meet up with his boyfriend after going through the first half of the day without seeing him. Kavan surveyed the room full of students before finally spotting Archer in the farthest corner table. In swift motions, the boy took the seat next to him, slung his arm across his shoulders, and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

"Writing anything interesting?"

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

_{Location: King's Academy Campus Quad
Interacting with: The Trio}

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Monday's school lunch consisted of the usual flavorless entrees that the King's Academy lunch ladies served to the student body every day. On Chanel's lunch tray in particular was a small cup of cold fish sticks, another cup of soggy and unsalted french fries, and a bottle of room temperature, raspberry flavored sparkling water. Even the ketchup that Chanel drowned her meal in didn't help it taste any better. "Trust me when I say that I love Michelle Obama," Chanel suddenly spoke up to the other young women who sat at their usual table. "But what the fuck was she thinking? I mean, I'd kill for a soda machine in this place... or salt packets. Or maybe even a bag of Hot Cheetos that aren't baked."

Although it had been a couple of days since Kavi Salvador's party, Chanel still felt a little off. I mean, who wouldn't after spending their entire Sunday morning puking up the contents of their stomach? Getting drunk and partying with friends had always been fun for Chanel. But it was the aftermath of said drinking that sometimes made her wish that she hadn't left her house at all. "God, how am I gonna get through practice and dance class this afternoon?" The young woman groaned to her friends as she took a reluctant bite from her ketchup coated fishstick. "No funny, but I feel like I'm slowly dying. And I don't think this food is helping me out." Okay, sure. Maybe she was being a little dramatic, but when had Chanel ever been one to not express how she was feeling?

"It's whatever though," the young woman said after finally giving up on her lunch and pushing the tray away from her. "I'm pretty sure we all feel a bit... off after what all happened on Saturday. Right? Shit was wild."

Legends of Carnation Island (SHELVED)

_{an @Ejected and @ineffable Collaboration
Featuring Matthew Young and Valentina Castro}

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Matt was just about to head out of the bathroom when he heard the sing songy voice of his best friend ring out into the room. Instantly, a smile broke onto his face as he walked out into the room and made his way to Valentina’s bed, where she was currently sprawled out. Taking a seat on the comfy mattress next to her, Matt used his hand to roll her over so she was facing him. “I decided not to go on the party bus, or whatever Rachel wants to call that monstrous occasion.” He shook his head as he let out a snort. “I took a horrible boat ride here, which just served to make me nostalgic and bloody sea sick, both of which obviously does not bode well for me.”

He looked out to the side for a second before he made a face, watching Valentina describe the drinks at the bar.

“Tiny, you know that’s not my style man. Fruity drinks are a bit too…” Matt made a vague gesture with his hands, mimicking a small explosion before he shifted so that he was practically scooching her off the bed.

"Hey, quit it! I'll have you laid out on this floor, dude." Valentina said with a loud chuckle as she scooted over, nudging her friend back over so that she took up the majority of the mattress space. "And the party bus was not so bad. Probably not nearly as bad as your little boat ride. And as for the fruity drink thing, it's not my style either, you know. But we're in fuckin' paradise right now, man. Might as well try something new while we're here, right? Shake things up a bit."

“Well, what do you want to do? I’d be more than happy just to sit on the sand and enjoy the nice summer breeze but I know that that’s not in our agenda.”

"You know me well," Valentina said with a wide grin as her mind began to wander. Fortunately for them, the very first official event wouldn't start for another couple of hours, which gave them more than enough time to either explore the island or do whatever they wanted in the meantime. But the more Valentina thought about it, the more appealing the idea of hanging out on the beach became. At least, it did once she finally remembered what she'd brought along for the trip.

"You know what, Matty? I think you had the right idea all along," Tina said as she suddenly sat up in bed and reached for her nearest suitcase. "Sitting in the sand... enjoying the breeze... and..." But before she even bothered finishing her sentence, she produced two Super Soaker water guns from her bag. "You thinking what I'm thinking?"

Matt grinned widely as he snatched one of the water guns from her and took off running out of the door, pounding onto the wooden walkway leading to the cabanas and dropping off onto the sandy shoreline near the makeshift bar that sat in the corner of the tent. He knew he looked like an idiot but looking like an idiot was a small price to pay in order to stir up some long awaited fun.

Peeking over his shoulder, he gave the bar idlers and other bonfire attendees a wink and a smile before he dashed out of sight of the trail leading to the cabanas, choosing instead to hide behind a bush and wait for Valentina to come looking for him.

Momentarily caught off guard, it took Valentina a couple of seconds to grab her own water gun, as well as a couple of others, and go sprinting out of the cabana in pursuit of Matt. "Wait!!" She screamed before realizing that the boy had already disappeared. Soon, she found herself passing by the bar, and she simply dropped the spare guns on the floor and made a beckoning arm motion to whomever wanted to join the two of them. She then turned on her heel and began her search for the elusive Matthew Young. With her finger on the trigger and her hand on the pump, Tina slowly made her way down away from the bar. It wasn't until after she was being sprayed with water that she realized where her friend had been hiding out.

”GOTCHA!” Matt shouted out gleefully as he emerged from behind the bush, pushing as hard as he could on the water gun trigger and watching as it spouted out fountains of water on his dear friend. As he pumped the water gun a final, fatal time he watched as it depleted a tiny spurt of water. Looks like he’d have to reload….

Matt gestured to his water gun with one hand and shrugged at Valentina as he raced off towards the beach, intent on filling his water gun with the salty seawater so it added for an extra kick when it hit someone’s face. Sure, it was nasty and mean but he knew that Valentina would like the competition.

”Do you want to catch up…Tiny?”

Still a bit shaken up from the unexpected blast of cold water, it took Tina a few moments to get herself together and chase after Matt. "I'm gonna fucking kill you, Matty!" The girl shouted playfully as she shot her own water gun, only barely hitting the young man on his back. It wasn't long before her own gun had run low and she had stop to do the same as her friend. As she approached the water and stooped down to refill, she couldn't help but wonder if any of the other bonfire attendees would bother joining in on their antics. But a quick glance in the distance after filling her gun gave her the answer to this question.

"Oh shit, Matt. Run!"

What Are You Listening To?

- Fragmented - (dead; stay tuned for the next one!)

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To be quite honest, Tommy Patrick had initially been in a pretty shitty mood, stemming from when she'd first arrived at the manor by shuttle and had been thoroughly searched by the security personnel. She'd watched with wide eyes as her beloved baggie of Sativa hash had been taken away with the promise of being returned at a later date. "Jeez," the young woman had said to no one in particular as she was ushered past the gardens and towards the entrance, "What is this, a Supermax? I haven't been through anything like that since I last visited my Uncle Charles up in that one prison in Brooklyn." The person who stood nearest her simply shot Tommy a confused expression before continuing on. She'd lost her attitude almost immediately, however, when she'd finally been escorted through a pair of ornate double doors and into a large circular room.

The very first thing to catch Tommy's eye as she entered the room was the expensive-looking, crystal chandelier that cast a warm glow of diffused light onto the guests that stood below it. But the second thing that Tommy noticed was just how under-dressed she seemed to be compared to some of the other guests. As she carefully adjusted the settings of her earpiece, the young woman couldn't help but stare in awe at the beautiful gowns and nicely tailored suits that wore their owners. The only thing that eased her mind a bit was realizing that the majority of them appeared to be just as nervous and uncomfortable as she was; so much so that they probably wouldn't even care about the fact that she'd worn one of her old pantsuits and a pair of flats rather than some fancy cocktail dress.

Soon, Tommy had finally spotted where they were keeping the alcohol. The sharply-dressed bartender offered her a warm smile as she approached. Quite a few people had already gathered at the bar; Tommy had arrived in just enough time to hear someone nearby order a Whiskey neat. "I think I'll take the same as the guy over there," Tommy said with a shrug, "Whiskey. Neat."

While Tommy had been smoking pot since her high school years, the young woman had never really been much of a drinker unlike the majority of the kids her age. She hated the taste of a lot of the stuff, and only ever drank it when she knew that she needed to relax. And for this reason, Tommy simply copied the other man's order instead of ordering something she'd had in the past; she was still trying to figure out what her "signature drink" was. Maybe it would be Whiskey? "Thanks a bunch," Tommy said with a wide grin when the bartender returned with her drink. The young woman then mentally braced herself before taking a cautious sip from the glass.

The taste of the drink wasn't nearly as bad as Tommy thought the smell to be. In fact, it wasn't bad at all. As Tommy took another few sips, all she could think about was how she couldn't wait to tell her girl back home about her newest adventure.

Shuffle your music player and post the first 10 songs

<sub>1. HYWI? - Teyana Taylor
2. Ibtihaj - Rapsody
3. Club Paradise - Drake
4. Surface - Ella Mai
5. Money Make Her Smile - Bruno Mars
6. Uno Dos - Teo ft. Jaden
7. Nothin' - N.O.R.E.
8. Spotlight - Gucci Mane
9. Might Be - DJ Luke Nasty
0. Get Away - BJ the Chicago Kid</sub>

- Fragmented - (dead; stay tuned for the next one!)

Tommy Patrick

Tommy

_{"You have to go through the falling down in order to learn to walk.
It helps to know that you can survive it. That's an education in itself."}

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Name: Tameka "Tommy" Patrick

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Appearance: Tommy is a young lady of Dominican descent, standing at five feet, six inches tall and weighing in at a little over one-hundred fifty pounds. While Tommy does have curves, she has more of an athletic build thanks to her frequent trips to the gym. Her skin is usually free of any blemishes, the only exceptions being the horizontal scar across the bridge of her nose and the freckles that lay underneath. Her natural hair is kinky, dark brown, and shoulder length. You'll usually see her with a blonde undercut, however, as she prefers to bleach, straighten and cut it. Much of Tommy is an assertion of androgyny, from her undercut to her short nails. She enjoys wearing men's clothing, successfully proving that she can not only pull off skirts and dresses, but suits and joggers as well. Although she doesn't spend much time getting ready in the mornings, it's rare to see her in a state of disarray as she believes that she should always look prepared and presentable, especially when she's the most frazzled.

Aside from the scar on her nose, Tommy also has multiple small scars covering her knees, legs, and ankles from childhood incidents. As far as piercings go, she has stretched her earlobes to 4 millimeters and has both a nose stud and septum piercing. Tommy also has one large tattoo of a dragon covering most of her back, and a half-sleeve on her right arm.

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Personality: Ever since the day she was born, Tameka Patrick has been an adventurous free-spirit, something that she probably inherited from her birth parents. There is a certain confidence in the way that Tommy walks and talks; she has a way of commanding attention from the moment she steps foot into a room and making strong first impressions. She has never been one to shy away from any platform or spotlight, and will always speak her mind without hesitation or timidity. This, of course, has gotten her into a lot of trouble with her foster parents in the past. Thanks to her parents' superb parenting and her overall upbringing, however, Tommy has grown to be a very self-reliant and independent young woman. She knows how to handle things on her own, and rarely calls on the help of her family members or peers.

There are a few downsides to Tommy's persona, the main one being her impulsiveness and carelessness. While being adventurous, Tommy also has a history of making decisions without thinking them completely through, which probably should result in her regretting them later on. She also tends to be very stubborn and short-tempered; she gets angry quickly if things don't turn out the way she hopes.

Biography: Rebecca Patrick was twenty-five years old when she found out that she would never be able to have kids. For years, the woman and her husband Joseph had desperately tried to conceive a child of their own, so this news was nothing short of devastating. Two years later, however, after realizing just how much they longed to be parents, the married couple decided to foster. Tameka Nicole Patrick was born on a warm, Spring morning, the child of a nineteen year old Dominican immigrant who, due to the pressure placed upon her by Tommy's prejudiced birth father, put both Tameka and her twin sister into the system. They were finally given to the Patrick family to raise as their own at the ages of six.

Growing up, life wasn't always easy for Tommy, but she tried her hardest to make it work. Thanks to her natural charisma and charm, she made friends quickly and easily. Both of her foster parents had decent jobs that allowed them to live a relatively comfortable lifestyle in Brooklyn, New York. It wasn't until Tommy was in middle school that she finally began to experience all of the negatives that came with being one of the Fragmented. While she had a good crop of friends that always had her back, her sister included, Tommy also had a few "enemies" who treated her poorly simply because of the mark around her wrist. Whether it was because they hated her or envied her, Tommy wasn't completely sure. She did know, however, that she'd have to wear a watch or bracelet over her mark throughout the remainder of her secondary schooling.

After finishing school, both Tommy and her sister Tasha went off to a University in Manhattan. Four years later, Tommy would graduate with a degree in Music Production, and her sister with one in Business Administration. During her time in college, Tommy managed to snag herself a steady girlfriend, a paid internship that would help her secure her dream job in the future, and an apartment that she shared with her sister and three other girls they met after advertising for roommates. Although she'd had yet to run into her "other half" Tommy had to admit that she wasn't really worried about finding said mystery person. After all, she did seem to have everything that she could ever ask for: lovely foster parents, a close-knit band of sisters, and the best girlfriend that she could possibly have.

This mentality explained why she was hesitant to accept the invitation that she'd received in the mail. What if she actually were to meet her other half, and this person turned out to be everything she never knew she needed? What if this person turned out to be someone who would try to replace the people she already had in her life, her girlfriend especially? Tommy was scared out of her mind. But it was her sister who eventually convinced her that this was simply an adventure that she could not pass up.

Other:

_{"The Family"}

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_{These five girls have been living together for a little while. It started out with just Tommy and her sister; they found Sandra, Lupita, and Mandy respectively over the last three years. Together, the group of girls reside in a three bedroom apartment. They all chip in, in whatever way they can, to keep the bills and rent paid. Over the last couple of years, the girls have grown to love and trust one another, even going as far to refer to each other as sisters.}

» Tommy's dream is to become a hotshot music producer for Hip-Hop/Rap artists.
» Whether marijuana had been legalized or not, Tommy still smokes a lot of the stuff on a regular basis.
» She's fluent in Spanish and is trying to learn French from the resident Canadian Lupita.
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